A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 49

As the fan was put away, Lin Feifei was startled awake. She rushed over, snatched it from her hand, opened it, and looked at it for a long time, admiring it greatly. She never expected that he was so good at painting!

She glanced at the fan, then at him, her heart filled with resentment—being handsome, skilled in magic and martial arts was enough, and he could even paint… Heavens, how could you create such a person to harm the masses!

He turned to the side: "How is it?"

"Huh?" Wouldn't he be even more smug if she praised him...? Lin Feifei quickly coughed twice, took the fan and pretended to walk a few steps, "It's nothing special, very ordinary, but I can still keep it, hahaha, thanks."

He smirked, looking at her with amusement.

"You like orchids?"

"Hmm," Lin Feifei nodded, then remembered the important matter, her eyes darting around as she tentatively asked, "Did you know that something happened to the Zhan family in Binghe Village outside the city?"

He raised a long eyebrow but remained silent.

That goes without saying!

Seeing that he didn't object, Lin Feifei immediately started talking non-stop, her words flowing like a river, flitting around him like a butterfly. After flying around countless times, she finally finished telling him all the nonsense and the matter at hand.

“My senior brother and I are going tomorrow, uh… the mad monk is going too,” she deliberately emphasized the words “the mad monk is going too,” glancing at him expectantly, “Do you want to come?”

He glanced at her and said lazily, "Someone has a senior brother who is destined for me, why should I go?"

"Of course, of course having my senior brother is enough," she rolled her eyes at him, pretending to be nonchalant, "but having a few more people would make things more likely, are you going or not?"

He gave a cool pursed-lip look and said, "I'm not going."

"Are you really not going?"

"I'm not going."

"Forget it!"

After saying that, she sullenly lowered her head and sat down.

After a while.

This guy is really asking for a beating! She suddenly stood up and snorted twice: "Fine, you won't help then! I'm just..."

The conversation suddenly stopped.

—Where has he been?

"Appearing and disappearing without a trace, don't let people mistake you for a ghost and try to catch you!"

Lin Feifei stomped her foot. Although she knew that she and he were nothing special, she still inexplicably got angry. As for the reason, she didn't even know it herself.

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Twenty-Three - Strange Tales of the Zhan Family

Early spring in the distance, the grass is green, the weather in the south warms up quickly indeed.

The two carriages, each drawn by three horses, bumped along, with several mounted servants in blue robes in front and behind. Anyone could tell that this group was no ordinary people.

Surprisingly, Lin Feifei didn't say a word the entire way.

The mad monk had been dragged there, so he was naturally sighing and his handsome face was furrowed. Ling Yi, on the other hand, remained as indifferent as ever, dressed in pristine white robes, sitting there motionless, completely unconcerned about his surroundings.

Lin Feifei hesitated, touching the fan hidden in her sleeve.

This fan was originally bought for my senior brother, and now that the painting is done, why can't I bring myself to say anything?

She spent most of the day in the carriage thinking, but still couldn't make a decision by evening.

The carriage had already stopped.

arrive?

Lin Feifei snapped out of her daze and was about to lift the curtain to take a look.

However--

“Yu’er, you’re finally back,” a woman’s voice trembled with tears. “Your father…”

"What happened to Father?" Zhan Qiuyu asked in a panicked voice, her voice trembling with tears.

"Sixth Young Master..."

"..."

Hearing the commotion outside, Lin Feifei lifted the curtain and went out herself, but the mad monk had already jumped out of the carriage.

.

As soon as she got off the carriage, Lin Feifei froze again.

The Zhan family was indeed a grand and imposing household, their grandeur rivaling that of the city's wealthiest families. No one would have imagined such a family existed outside Jinling City. In truth, it should have been expected; anyone who could casually produce ten taels of silver couldn't be too poor.

And at this moment—

The sky was overcast, and the originally vermilion gate was covered with a large white silk cloth. Looking into the courtyard, countless plain white banners were fluttering in the wind, exuding a chill, and a few servants could be seen walking back and forth among them.

Outside the door, a woman in her forties was crying her heart out, being helped inside, while Zhan Qiuyu was nowhere to be seen, presumably having already rushed inside.

The villagers who had initially been watching the spectacle dispersed as soon as they entered, shaking their heads, and whispers could be heard.

"Why is Master Zhan all of a sudden..."